"Of course, of course," he says, setting his cup down and waving a hand dismissively. "Very stalwart of you, if nothing else. One wonders if the same can be said of your comrades in the face of such an offer."

The first few dishes arrive, and Loki picks up his cutlery and delicately spears a goodly amount of greens. "The archer might have a regret or two. Perhaps the good doctor." Shrugging casually, he takes a bite, managing to get by without appearing as a chipmunk.